The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1887-04-16


NSS:S II was after supper at The hos
tel, on their last day in Richmond.
On tomorrow they would Sc; their
faces homeward, two o: the happiest
country. The thought of that wonder
tu! "to-norrow," ".shad kept them all
day in Il state of ;plessurabie excite
ment. Stephanie, in pale pink moth
er hubbard, vastly becoming, was
making out very creditabie Rich
! mond report. Peg, also in becoming
neglige all lace and ribbons, had been
sitting tor some time in silence, with
her hands clasped in Il b!issfui, lazy
| couteutment back of her head, watch >
ing her friends busy fingers.
S;ephanie looked up inquiring!y at
this somewhat singu uiar behesi.
"Au experience meetins:"- Then IL
lovely flush crept up from throat to
cheek, and she slipped freshly writ
ten letter under her papers.
"What are you blushing about: A5,
Steph, is there any one whom you
have met do tell me, there's dar~
ling"
But Stephanie's pen flew faster over
the paper.
s:If you will be kind enough not 10
interrupt me again until l finish this
report" she looked up to say after a
moment, with some severity, "you
will do me a favor"
Peggotty accepted the rebuke very
kindly, and wen; Oh with her lazy
rocking, bumming softly TO herself the
"Three Little Maids From School,"
with artistic and surprising variations.
Presently Stephanie threw down her
pen with a sigh of perfec, contentnent.
"Two hundred names. l call that
pretty good work for week, if one
takes into consideration tho number OF
people who don't read anything,'
who skeeps one paper already and
the rest of them who "haven't got time
to read,' or :have more papers than
time to read Them Well, it is inter
esting sometimes to watcha victim try
to get around us, isn't it? But 1 have
often felt sorry for them. L told one
man in a spurt of sympathy that Il
didn't blame him; l wouldn't take it
myself you've no idea how grateful
he looked. But there was one poor
bashiul fellow, 'reminiscentIy,' who
tried to get around it with all his poor
wits, When he said that he never
read nothing himself, fact which l
did not question, l told him that il
was good family paper-so send ii to
his mother. l thought l had him
there; but alas! He said ne didn't
have but one mother and she was too
Old to read. 1t has been an open ques-
ton in my mind ever since Peg,
whether he was an idiot, or whether
he mean. me to infer that as he only
had one mother, he did not like to
take the chances on compelling her to
read the South. We'll, 'out Of the
mouths of babes and sucklinss,' you
know"
She drew her rocker up under the
gas-light, and folded her hands in her
lap with infinite content on her lovely
dark face
s:Talk some, Peggy, about something.
I am ready for the meeting to open, if
l haven't got 10 open H. You kuow I
and never could talk"
Peg finished off the "Three Little
Maids" in a manner quite satisfactory
to herself, after SIephanie's somewhat
for herr lengthy observation on men
and manners
She drew her blonde brows together
reHec,ive!y at the fna! request, and
her eyes danced at something hidden
away in remory's stoIehcuse.
"The two sadde3t Of my Bohemian
adventures, That | can recall" she be-
gan at length, "were being taken for a
lunatic in one town, and Il ushi rope
walker III another, where ! had the
with circus combination. | cannot
say which consider lc.st compliment
tary."
Stephanie's eye, V ere incredulous.
"NOw, Peg, you don't mean to tell
me that you were ever taken for a